My Tree

I gaze to the sky
reaching far beyond
tips of your limbs,
for timber masks
the heart of
masculine design.

Flushed with
emotion,
my fingers
trace each
year you
have exhaled,
inhaling deeper
in depths
of your devouring
trunk.

Roots are strong
in leaves of
squelching
desire,
forever
in love
with the
tree
that holds
my heart~